Smooch, smooch, smooch...
Chen Mo held Jiang Ruoqing in his arms and bent down to give her charming cheeks a few hearty kisses. She had been with Chen Mo for three or four years now, and under his influence, she had become a beautiful, mature woman.
Even though Jiang Ruoqing was used to the intimacy of an old married couple, she blushed in the face of such an attack. Lying in bed, with Nangong Yue next to her, she tried to push him away but couldn't, so she turned her head to avoid it and patted Chen Mo's chest, "Are you crazy? She's in the room."
"She's unconscious, she won't wake up for a while. Did you bring the stockings..."
Chen Mo's large hands wandered over Ruoqing's body. Earlier, when she said Nangong Yue liked him, he particularly wanted to do something in front of Nangong Yue.
Jiang Ruoqing widened her eyes, seemingly guessing what Chen Mo was up to, and exclaimed softly, "You're really crazy."
As she spoke, she pinched Chen Mo's waist.
